Bua na cainte

Call it jumping off the cliff. I'm taking the plunge and starting a blog. I've been tossing around the idea for a few months now and after reading the blogs of some friends, I'm giving it a try. I had a blog once... back when Xanga first started. I don't know that I ever had anything useful to say. I don't know that I have anything useful to say now, but at least I'm aware of it this time around.

My blog is called Bua na cainte. For those of you who aren't lucky enough to be Irish, that's Gaelic for "gift of gab". And I have it. I am the woman from that commercial. You know... the one who can take an hour to tell a five minute story? Yep. That's me. My husband often asks me to wrap it up or get to the point. Being Irish and having Bua na cainte, another beneficial and logical quality might be having mastered the art of story telling. Nope. I'm a terrible story teller. It was always funnier when it happened in real life. And it inevitably sounds better in my head.

What is the purpose? Eh. It's not like my friend Abby's blog. She is a health nut in a good way. She runs a lot and tries to eat well. She writes about her ongoing quest for good health. Plus, she's a fabulous writer. It's not like my family's blog. We are spread out geographically and we try to keep up on each other's lives this way. It's not like one of my favorite blogs, Fugly Horse, either. Fugly Horse of the Day is about outing and commenting on people who don't know what they're doing with horses. People who starve or gorge their horses, neglect or torture, breed genetically or conformationally incorrect animals, or even just try to sell a horse as something other than what it is. Nope, my purpose is far less purposeful. This is a personal blog. A journal-ish. You'll probably hear a lot about horses. (I'm a horse trainer and riding instructor.) You'll probably hear a lot about my dog. (I love animals in general.) And you might hear about my family and friends (who are too far away), my husband (who is my best friend), my car (which may fall apart any day now), and my house (which I'm in the process of trying to buy). I may not have any readers, but I don't care. Like I said, it's a journal-ish.